Worsening - Baths

Birth was like a fat black tongue

Dripping tar and dung and dye

Slowly into my shivering eyes

I might walk upright

But then again

I might still try to die

Never prayed, never paid any attention

Never felt any affection

Never a lot of thought to life

I might walk upright

But then again

I might still try to die

Where is God when you hate him most

When the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robes

Hell that sits below, of you would do well to bellow

At the cold, the lifeless, the worsening souls

Where is God when you hate him most

When the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robes

Hell that sits below, of you would do well to bellow

At the cold